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It's so bad that even though you guys tell me you love the book and I'm earning, I'm still doubting myself :( Especially since my first book has been published on the app for a year now and it's still not as big as I dreamed it would be (lol dream big, right? I'm sorry for disappointing you with the slow updates. As a reader and eager fan of TV series myself, I know it can be frustrating (George R. R Martin I know how hard it is now lol). Jokes aside, I'm so grateful you like "Only His" so far and over the moon that you've invested your time, money and feelings on it. You have no idea how much you've changed my life. I have five days to work on the book starting today so here's to hoping I c

Dinmer started as all of them altogether walk out of the room. During the walk, all Sein could think of was that dream and why he always has those migraines after some of those strange dreams but then shrug it off trying to avoid any further ideas of what’s going on with his head. The only existing question on his head is, will he tell his father or sister about it? or he keeps it all to himself.

I pulled him into a hug, forgetting all about the fact that he was still sweaty. "I don't know how to feel." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you want to call your parents to ask them what this is about?" I said in a low voice, suddenly realising this might not be as good of a news as I thought. It would mean he had been lied to his entire life. "They're gone." He sighed, "Celine is the only one I can talk to and honestly I doubt if she knows anything." He chuckled, "must explain why Celine and I look nothing like each other."

I already know who you are. “Ow… Ah…You know me?” “Of course, I know you, I know everyone.” “HUH? Um, I’m not sure if I understand-” “Cillian, how did you get here?” Ah, What? How did you-” “I told you already, right? I know who you are.” “Hey grandpa, are you a stalker?!” “Who you calling a stalker! I’m a god, g-o-d (ga-uh-ud)! Of course, I know you since I’ve been observing everything down at the lower plain.”

the stranger said. “Was,” I corrected him. “What do you mean?” the stranger asked. Telling him all I know, the stranger just listens. Once I was done explaining. We stood quietly for a while. Finally, he opened the book and started going through it. No expressions were shown on his face. “Do you have a name?” the stranger asked after a while. “There is one. Before I tell you, at first, there was only one initial. It’s at the end of that book. If you like, you may look at it.” I said.

He looked like a broken shell of himself. He passed by me and then stopped, lingering by my side. "Miss, have we met before?" I looked at his tattered clothes and disheveled appearance, realizing he had gone mad. I shook my head coldly, as though I was addressing a stranger. "I don't know you." Lionel didn't say anything else. He walked on, muttering to himself, "Toto, Hope, I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" I paused, then walked into the cemetery without hesitation.

“What?” He smirked, “Maybe you should read the journal, it would be easier than having to tell you how the world works,” he said, nodding to one of the guards to bring the book. The book was what brought us into the pack in the first place. The book landed on the floor in a loud thud, my eyes taking in the leather cover, suddenly, I wasn’t so intrigued in wanting to read what was inside. Knowledge was power, if I knew what he wanted then I would be able to know more.

heart It was curious, it was itching to know more It sensed danger, it sensed he was ife power, he sensed my doom, but still it wanted to know He came into my life and read me like a book, he made me his prey

There was only one way to know. “I want to know everything about my previous life.” Zeus folded his lips together, “That can be arranged.” “How?” He stood up and marched towards his bookshelves. I held my breath as he retrieved something from the top shelf and handed it to me. “Read this book. You will know all about your previous life.” *** The End of Book One *** Follow my socials to stay updated! Facebook: The Scripturient (Join “san_2045 squad” on Facebook to be the first one to know everything!) Instagram: san_2045 ***

He didn’t tell about that house to even Roman, not that he cared. He noticed one of the cupboards that were knocked and its door was opened. He could see a book peeking out of the small gap. He bend down to pick it up and just seeing the title almost made his heart bleed. It was the encyclopedia she gifted him. Probably the only important thing he had here. Picking it up he placed it in his bag that was placed behind his bed. When he had to leave the USA he didn’t carry anything else apart from his laptop, the CD she gave him and this book. He didn’t really need anything else, cause that was all he had got from that place.